Luyện nghe bài hát Y'All Know the Name featPharoahe Monch, Xzibit, Inspectah Deck & Skillz

"Uh.uh.uh.baby!"

"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Stabbin the with both hands"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Louder!"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Stabbin the track with hands"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"You out there?" "Louder!"

Monch}
This is masterful, classical, material wax, imperial
Black I master, traps that collapse backwards
All access, passes without practice
Hit em, then shit on em and spit on em, and send faxes
Maximum (uh) not the minimal
The oratal chop like Florida Seminole
Subliminal raps which make criminals act
Instrumental in creatin the most pinnacle rap
Got Toni Braxton lookin collapsin
My beats get feet to steppin Fast Actin Tinactin
Dominant X-Men like actin
Backslap rap actors to get a reaction
My rips tennaments up then I'ma wreck shit
Then I'ma flip, administer on this next shit
Deejays collect from them then hit the exit
at show the front row, usually gettin hectic
The X shit...

"Ya.ya.y'all the name" "X-Ecutioners"
"Stabbin the track both hands. together"
"The fall. you out there?" "Louder!"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Stabbin the track with hands. together"
"The fall gon' win. you out there?"

Yeah yo, uh-huh, yeah, it
You wanna get to my but you don't hustle enough
Any attempts at touchin my stuff and I'm you up
I'm sick of weak winnin, nigga yo' rhymes ain't rockin
The good is a bitch, seem like everybody cop blockin
The shotclock is runnin out, gunnin out the
I crack the teeth of any with beef
Masterpiece, X-Ecutioners,
Any problems, to Los Angeles and ask for me

Deck}
Yo castastrophe, can match me, naturally nasty
Manually ya faculty
assault and battery
Sparatically blast at the capacity crowd and casualties
Street savy, niggaz me out the Navi'
Groupie wish she could have me
XE in back of me, hit a daquiri
Accurately, ya don't grab me, ya still latchkey

"Ya.ya.y'all the name" "X-Ecutioners"
"Stabbin the with both hands. together"
"The fall. you out there?" "Louder!"
"X-Ecutioners" "Stabbin the track... the track"
"...with hands"

I got my man Roc Raida on the and cut
Rob Swift you at son, the "What What"
Sinister em - now we ready to go
but not least, total eclipse (Whatchu don't know?)
I got a question, who can see him? I know
But whatever I play, you know Skillz gon' flow
we mastered the feat, you can't bring us (what)
Y'all could crap if y'all was doin shit with eight fingers
on black, we in the Hall of Fame
Got ya picture in our on the Wall of Shame
I expect emcees to wanna me (what)
Cuz we open up and start cuttin, you wish you was in surgery
You see the X?
Here's some nigga take yo' ass back to doin parties
You're better off if shoot ya
And change ya to DJ I-Got-Beat-By-The-X-Ecutioners

"Ya.ya.y'all the name" "X-Ecutioners"
"Stabbin the with both hands. together"
"The fall. you out there?" "Fifty in the stands"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Stabbin the track with hands. together"
"The fall. forever win" "You out there?" "Louder!"
"Y'all the name"

vocal dog barking*